Chaos UK - Urban Guerilla lyrics

Spending money you have saved Working all your life Give it to the people Who control boring life Living without living Fashion you must change To be in with the in-crowd Who live their life the same Fashion you must change To keep up with the trend The money you are saving Is coming to an end People, they will follow The changing of the trend The fashion they have chosen Will create a financial friend Six months, they have pa**ed Another fashion comes Work some boring overtime To help the financial friend You'll never have the authority To be in charge of me So don't give me your orders Or your boring commentary Just because you think You're of a so called better breed You seem to think that you're so special But you don't f**ing own me Use me to make money In your sh**ty factories And I'll have to live and suffer On a pathetic salary Don't you look outside your window It's cold outside It's cold outside People stare and you don't know It's cold outside It's cold outside You watch people come as they go It's cold outside It's cold outside Tally on and nowhere to go It's cold outside It's cold outside The end is nigh or so they reckon It's cold outside It's cold outside What's that flash on the horizon? I don't know I don't know They're only going through a phase Kids are all the same They don't know their own right minds It's only a silly game They don't know what their talking about They just talk a load of sh** If we just ignore them They'll forget about it Parental love is just a farce Don't be taken for a ride We know you're only young But feel free to speak your mind Do not work and do not pray Ignore the bores at school Live your life your own way Don't be nobody's fool Counteract the system Youngsters are the best Counteract the system Become a real pest Politicians one after one Creating havoc and having fun Pulling our lives to bits and pieces s**ing and crawling like common leeches Vote for me, I'm SDP No vote labour, no vote Tory You don't know which one to choose It doesn't matter, you'll always lose You're just a load of pointless ba*tards; You haven't got a brain You're just a load of pointless ba*tards; You're driving me insane What makes people vote 'em in I can't see the reason There's no justice in the lot of 'em They're all just legalized treason Police hara**ment on our streets Nuclear war at our feet Unemployment up again It's just for their financial gain Don't want to be your f**ing hero Don't want to be your f**ing star They use your money and exploit your name Using people is the name of the game They say wear bondage and a messy suit You're just another dumb recruit Don't know what we're gonna do We just can't get through to you They take your money; You work so hard But you'll just get an unemployment card In the day, you're just a lad You're a poser, it ain't so bad I ain't a poser or a f**ing star I don't drive a flash f**ing car Chaos in society, you're to blame In years to come, it'll be the same The glueheads walk with spaced out heads Their eyes are open wide The zombie walk that they have learnt Has now got to their minds They save to buy a pot of glue They know it rots their souls But now they find this very filling And decide to sniff it all The glueheads walk with spaced out minds Their heads shrink and grow Addiction overweighs the choice; corrosion of the brain A 20th Century label reading mentally insane His head, it starts to shrink and grow His brains are all confused His body seems to float away Although, it is diseased Addiction overweighs the choice; corrosion of the brain A 20th Century label reading mentally insane Khaki trousers, army boots Clothes worn by today's youth An unseen war without the crime Population growing all the time Fighting against their so-called masters Without the aid of bombs and plasters Mummy worrying, What shall we do Father says, Put 'em in a zoo Politicians blab the crap Vote for me, I'm a clever chap We know he's just a bore What the hell does he take us for We must fight their so-called schemes Put an end to their sh** regime Come on, chaps, just join the call up: You're just one big f**ing balls up